Meghann Boltz

When You Have Not in Fact Been Raptured to Heaven but Have Instead Been Found Hiding in the Back of a Pick-up

Meghann Boltz

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mainline nostalgia & maui
punch pixy stix
remind yourself daily
Kant never left Königsberg
& try to buy breastmilk
on the deep web someone please
implore me to suffer
when necessary i’m already
in bed with Sartre
i don’t think i’ll ever have
an egg
rather, an evolution
in eyebrows
digital penetration: link in bio
O god
O baude
last night i dreamt of the moon
it had two faces
i’m not in the mood
to be a feminist today
sell yourself to the lowest bidder
battery-operated orgasms, dead
hyperlinks, pink medicine
my laundry list of diurnal
disappointments
they tell you it’s a hysterical pregnancy
then order you the placenta smoothie
dollar store pregnancy tests
we are blessed!
my little superstitious sacrifices
the birds not yet singing in Greek
will you rub vaseline on my lens
the glow of youth
is gone
(maybe she never had it)
everyone in this sanatorium is
dying of TB
her hollywood dynasty fading
while i—blue now—drink bleach
to whiten my teeth
tell me
what do these mirror neurons reflect
other than
the sartorial revolution of women’s
pockets & Jordan Catalano’s sexy
illiteracy & what
does any of this have to do with
my failure to thrive
you look for answers in my birth chart
on astro.cafeastrology.com
find reports that my love lessens over time
growing backwards
>, not <,
an inversion of expectation & decorum
signifying nothing
more or less than
the shark takes a test bite
concludes the calorific value is not worth
the cost of consumption

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Meghann Boltz is a poet living in Buffalo, NY. She recently completed an MA in Creative Writing: Poetry at the University of East Anglia and her work has appeared / is forthcoming in Cosmonauts Avenue, Peach Mag, glitterMOB, Bad Pony, and Dream Pop. Her first chapbook rebel/blonde will be out June 2018 with Bottlecap Press.